O cangaceiro, o jagunço, a donzela e a cobraThe bandit, the gunman, the maiden and the snake

His father's killer Has never gone to the jail. The man had an uniform and a riffle. “Nobody knows, nobody talks”. All time he remembers that, His anger burns in flames. But his revenge did not delay, He wasn't a done man. At age fourteen, Already to make badness. The cop fell hard, with seven bullets in the chest. Barrabas accepted him Underneath his wings, To make him an outlaw, Dangerous and feared. If the damned walks in the street, Better to be home. That was Januário, Born to be rebel. Early into banditism, To live under the “law of steel”. But a fine waist Was always his weakness.